The Bull
An institutionalized man, I was staring right ahead. Not quite sure of what I was looking at. Something had distracted me from the task I was about to undertake. Then something flickered in front of me with a ‘ding’ sound entering my ears simultaneously.
It was a meeting reminder. ‘5 minutes’ it said for your weekly status meeting, suddenly bringing me back to the present moment. I had zoned out about 15 minutes back. ‘You have an attention span of a squirrel’ I told myself, the only difference being that I was not eating nuts.
I had picked ‘additional responsibilities’ while asking for ‘growth’.
But then why wasn’t I excited about it. Spiderman had told me about great responsibilities following great power. But here it seemed like the sequence had reversed. All under the guise of proving myself. But my lack of excitement came from a realization…. That I am trying to be a Bull
The sky turns dark and fate befalls
A storm stirs up, spares none at all
As chaos reigns and life stands still
A fledgling hatches against all will
It enters the pond, full or scorn
Prides itself on just being born
Soon realizes it’s achievement’s puny
Just a tadpole, one of many
Has heard of the mighty sharks and gators
Free and wild, roam the great waters
Cursed with an inept to think beyond
Aspires to become the biggest frog in the pond
Begins to eat and avoids being eaten
Broken again but just not beaten
Has natures gift to live on both
Knows the way to survival is growth
Whatever it takes, humility or conceit
New rules of the game, hypocrisy and deceit
The goal now is to be the leader of the clutch
But still in the pond, doesn’t think of it much
Sacrifices its brother at the altar and cries
Have achieved it all, both stature and size
Becomes the bull only to realize
It’s still not the shark, the coveted prize
The shark roams free, no worries no wall
Unaware that our tadpole existed at all
The game unfolds a manifold times
As Twain said, history doesn’t repeat but rhymes
But who is he? Who sees all this?
Is he part of the pond? Or feels the breeze
A kingfisher watches the drama unfold
Perched on a branch, both wary and bold
I depend on the pond, but am not a part
Not unlike an eagle, but not as smart
I need the pond, can’t say goodbye
But still retain, my talent to fly.